10 Minute Walk: North Facing Slope

In narrow parts of the hollow, the north facing slope and the south facing slope are in close proximity but very different. Halfway up the north facing slope I noticed this unused split cedar post near an old fence. On the south facing slope, it wouldn’t have the moss growing on it like this.

Higher up I saw my yellow escort was awaiting an indication of our direction. He is generally quite mission oriented on forest incursions.

Out of nowhere Percy Cat made his presence known on a low bluff.

I followed him along the face of the layered rock wondering his objective. Apparently, he wanted to show me the close relationship between stone and tree.

Ice on the Hilltops

Down in the hollow this morning, everything just looked wet and muddy. It wasn’t until I stepped out on the porch and looked up that I saw the ice. The house and mud is at about 1350 feet above sea level. Here I’m looking from the garden spot toward the north rim of the hollow, which is about 1500 feet elevation. Just that small difference in height and the trees have ice.

I took the following photos in the vicinity of our mailbox on the county road at an elevation of about 1525 feet. The pines and cedars were especially weighted down, but there were also a few branches down off hardwoods. Please be advised that I don’t know how to photograph ice, and these are evidence of that.

Ice at higher elevations
Ice on the cedar trees

10 Minute Walk: Old Wagon Road

The Yellow One and I just had our hourly ten minute walk down to the property line on the old wagon road. To be honest, it took us the full ten minutes just to reach this spot, so if your drinking beer with my surgeon tonight, ask him if it’s allowed. This old wagon road was the only way into the hollow when Milton Masters built his first home here in 1928 or so. The road runs along the south and west side of the creek in the bottom of the hollow until it all opens onto the larger Haverly Hollow. After that, I really don’t know how the road ran, though I’m told it joined Rockhouse Road. It’s the kind of question I would ask Wells McCall if possible. As you see, my sign has been down awhile. It had some help from an idiot human, possibly the same idiot human who stole the game camera near here a year ago. Or not. There’s no shortage of idiot humans here or in Texas or anywhere else on earth. The game camera was a gift from my brother-in-law, so I hated to have lost it for that reason alone, but an Arkansas Master Naturalist was using it in an informal study of local wildlife. It was stolen around deer season, which is when these things generally happen.